I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Hearing the red-haired psychic's words, Zhang Yangqing waved his hand: "Don't underestimate yourself. He only has authority in the monitoring room. Once you leave the monitoring room, you're evenly matched with him. His strength isn't due to his own abilities, but rather the authority that this building grants him."

“He has been setting up here for so long and has accumulated so much presence, so of course he has an advantage over you. But you also have your advantages. Your psychic power is purer than his, your combat experience is richer than his, and your reaction is faster than his.”

Zhang Yangqing paused for a moment, then continued, "I only installed a surveillance camera and transferred some of the permissions; otherwise, even the Six-Eyed Weasel would have a hard time fighting him."

The red-haired psychic nodded thoughtfully, seemingly reviewing his actions in his mind, considering how he could have won if he had been the one to fight.

Geniuses are generally very competitive. They may appear casual on the surface, but they crave victory more than anyone else.

The little girl got tired of playing and fell asleep on the chair in the monitoring room, taking Zhang Yangqing's place, while still holding her teddy bear.

The six-eyed weasel, having eaten its fill, lay down at her feet, curled up in a ball, its tail covering its nose, and fell asleep.

Zhang Yangqing did not wake her, but continued to watch the surveillance footage, seemingly waiting for the next stage to begin.

He asked in a melancholic and enigmatic tone, "What do we do next?"

Because this is the starting point of his life, and how rich one's life is depends on how exciting it is.

The red-haired psychic also looked at Zhang Yangqing with anticipation.

He seemed to think that following Zhang Yangqing would lead to some fun things; he had actually learned quite a bit from the battle between the two powerful mental beings.

That level of mental energy clash is not something you see every day. Every impact, every attack and defense, is a textbook example.

Zhang Yangqing looked at the monitor and said, "Let's wait for the mistress to appear. I still need to get something from the housekeeper. By the way, do you know anything about the housekeeper's taboos and hobbies?"

The melancholy man shook his head; he had just arrived and knew nothing of this.

The red-haired psychic thought for a moment and said, "I don't know what the butler likes, perhaps my young master does, but I do know what the butler dislikes."

Zhang Yangqing said, "Tell me about it."

The red-haired psychic looked around; the corridor was empty, with no one else in sight.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard: "The butler actually doesn't like the Ninth Miss you're taking care of. Since you're getting close to her, he'll probably ostracize you. As for the reason, I don't know, and I don't dare to ask."

Zhang Yangqing nodded and kept this information in mind.

The butler doesn't like little girls, which means he can't use the little girl's connections to get to the butler; he has to find another way.

Zhang Yangqing began asking the other young masters and ladies for information.

What a coincidence! As the Fifth Young Master's subordinate, the red-haired psychic had spent quite a bit of time in the building, seen many people, and heard even more rumors.

He couldn't say he knew everything, but he knew more than Zhang Yangqing.

Even more coincidentally, the red-haired psychic already needed Zhang Yangqing's help.

Zhang Yangqing only needed to ask to obtain the information that other chosen ones needed to spend time and effort to acquire.

Based on the information provided by the red-haired psychic, Zhang Yangqing can draw some conclusions.

The eldest daughter is the most powerful subordinate of the mistress. She is extremely ruthless in combat and has a sadistic fetish. She does things by any means necessary, and everyone calls her Blood Rose.

The red-haired psychic recalled an incident where he and the Fifth Young Master accompanied the Eldest Young Lady to deal with some problematic individuals. With their power, they could have simply killed them all.

The young lady refused to allow it, so she devised a plan to make those people kill each other. The last person to survive was covered in blood, but after learning the truth, he broke down and committed suicide because he had killed his own people due to a misunderstanding.

This is the kind of tactic the young lady likes to use—not to kill, but to destroy her spirit.

Then there's the second young master, a man with an extremely demanding pursuit of beauty, whose defining characteristic is elegance.

His clothes were never wrinkle-free, his hair was always perfectly styled, and his gloves were always spotless.

Whenever he heard of anything that could nourish the body, slow down aging, or improve appearance, he would try to get his hands on it, even if it meant bloodshed on the other side.

His study was filled with all sorts of beauty and skincare secrets, his bathroom was filled with all kinds of rare medicinal herbs, and his dining table was always laden with the most exquisite food.

The red-haired psychic whispered, "The second young master seems gentle on the surface, but he holds a grudge. Don't mess with him, and don't say I told you."

Zhang Yangqing nodded. "If you can tell me this, you must already trust me. Why would I need to sell to you?"
In fact, Zhang Yangqing had already offended this second young master, and he had offended him to his face, but he just didn't say it.

Next up is the third young lady, with striking blonde hair. She's a married woman with an obsessive obsession with love.

She couldn't tolerate any imperfections; her man couldn't look at other women, couldn't talk to other women, and couldn't even glance at any woman of the opposite sex.

To prevent others from having any contact with her man, she turned him into a doll and kept him in her room.

He was wearing his favorite clothes, holding his favorite book, and wearing the smile he often wore in life.

The third young lady talks to him every day, feeds him, and combs his hair.

Hearing this, the melancholy voice spoke up: "So obsessive?"

The red-haired psychic shook his head and said, "You can't say that. That man was there voluntarily."

Indeed, if it's voluntary, then the melancholy and eeriness are understandable.

Zhang Yangqing had seen this woman at the restaurant; she was indeed somewhat different.

The way she looked at people wasn't like she was looking at her own kind, but more like she was looking at an object that could be collected.

The red-haired psychic continued his introduction, saying, "Next up is the Fourth Young Master."

According to his description, the fourth young master was a very gentle person who acted with great discretion. He had the best reputation among the young masters and ladies and treated his subordinates well.

He wouldn't lose his temper for no reason, wouldn't scold his servants for trivial matters, and certainly wouldn't vent his emotions on others.

At this point, the red-haired psychic sighed: "It's a pity that the Fourth Young Master's cultivation technique went wrong, and his lifespan is being consumed very quickly. He has a lot of white hair at a young age."

Zhang Yangqing recalled the middle-aged man she had seen in the library, dressed in a dark gray suit, picking up the scattered books one by one, arranging them by size, and putting them back on the bookshelf. It turned out he was Lao Si.

Speaking of the next one, the red-haired psychic even cleared his throat, struck a pose of loyalty, straightened his back, and put his hands behind his back:

"Fifth Young Master is the greatest, most selfless, and most remarkable person. Wherever he goes, it's like the sun shining on the earth, illuminating every corner and warming everyone's heart. His heart is as vast as the sea, his wisdom as profound as the starry sky, and his kindness as..." (End of Chapter)